Summary: Dark strands of hair fell in front of her face, shielding her eyes from his apologetic gaze as he slowly approached her. One tiny sniffle escaped with her desperately trying to stifle it and he could immediately tell she was crying. “…Are you alright?” he asked softly, concerned, as he came to a stop just in front of her.

He kneeled, gingerly reaching to give her a comforting touch, but she only hung her head lower, gently pushing him away. “…Go away,” she sobbed pathetically, rubbing the tears onto the back of her gloves, “…Why don’t you just go confess your love to Hawke and leave me alone?”

Summary: It was a silence nobody expected from the absence of explosions and gunfire. The first surprise wasn’t when the Germans broke out into song, or when the British responded with their own…but when the first soldier stepped onto the uncrossed territory of No Man’s Land, bringing not death, but life.

Summary: You jumped at the conviction in his voice and the hands now clamped on your wrists. His forest-green eyes gazed into yours and you saw such force in them, obliterating any hope you had of objecting. His heaving chest told you how upset he was and the breaths that swept away your tears only enforced it. It was only now that you noticed the lyrium markings glowing violently under his armor; something that happened only when his emotions fluctuated intensely.

Was magic as tainted as he believed? Or were his beliefs something more than that?